Ivy Rider

If I only knew that my only daughter would go on to stab me in the heart then I would have never had her in the first place. Since she bacme a teenager all she’s done is rebel against me. She goes out all hours of the night. Ivy also comes homes smelling like malt liquor even thought she’s 18 and should be drinking apple juice. I came home to find her about to do some naughty things with a black fellow. Thank goodness her mother wasn’t there or I’d be calling the coroner. Anyways, after Ivy read me the riot act she insisited to get over my fear of black guys it would be in my best interest to have me watch her be with one. When it was all over it shocked me to see my little princess after having been ravaged by big black dick. I may never kiss her again after seeing her face gettting smothered in icky semen. I need a drink!